Lingkongjing was like a lost child, he held Mingluo tightly and didn't want to let go.
Ming Luo let him hold her in his arms, without resistance or cooperation. She just felt that the boy's chest was too cold, perhaps just like his mood at the moment.
She didn't know how long Lingkongjing held Mingluo. She just felt her feet were a little sore from standing, but she still couldn't bear to push Lingkongjing away.
His body is shaking. Is he crying?
Mingluo seemed to feel a wetness on his shoulder.
"Ajing, are you okay?" Mingluo called him softly.
Lingkongjing thought Mingluo was going to push her away, so he hugged Mingluo tightly again, without saying a word, just holding her simply, as if he wanted to spend his whole life in this moment.
Time flies. Mingluo is a little worried about Ye Zhihan. Will he, a man as cold as an iceberg, misunderstand that she is cheating on him?
Lingkongjing finally let her go. He plucked a beautiful dragon scale from his heart. Ignoring the pain in his heart, he carefully wiped the blood off the scale with his sleeve, then stuffed it into Mingluo's hand. Without allowing Mingluo to refuse, he smiled brightly and said, "I'm sorry that I couldn't watch the moon with you in Luoxing Hall. There will be no chance in the future. This is the heart scale of my dragon clan. It can save your life at a critical moment. Take care."
After saying that, he turned around and left resolutely.
Ming Luo stared at the blood on his sleeves, feeling sad again. A Jing used to be a person who cared so much about his image, but now he was covered in blood. The Falling Star Palace that he had been thinking about so much, the place where he could pick stars with his hands, had been destroyed by the demon clan.
Ye Zhihan stood on a high place and saw everything that had just happened. He had never thought that Lingkongjing was so obsessed with Mingluo.
Seeing Ming Luo staring at the Lingkong Realm figure, he felt a strange feeling well up in his heart. He said slowly, "The Heart Scale is the most precious thing of the Dragon Clan. If you give it to someone else, when they are in danger, that person will take half the damage for them."
Giving the Heart Scale as a gift was undoubtedly telling Ming Luo that she was what he had been longing for in his life and the love of his life.
Ye Zhihan shook his head and jumped down from the height.
"You saw it all, I'm sorry." Ming Luo admitted his mistake honestly.
"No problem." Ye Zhihan responded indifferently.
Judging from Ling Kongsu's posture, he was probably ready to say goodbye to Ming Luo forever. It was precisely because he couldn't get her that he was so reluctant to let her go. Even after just a hug, he had exhausted all his strength and could only leave resolutely.
Mingluo looked up and carefully observed his reaction. Seeing that he really didn't seem to care, she carefully put away Lingkongjing's heart scale. She would have to find a chance to return it to Ajing later. She absolutely could not take such an important thing. Moreover, she could not respond to the boy's feelings, let alone accept other people's things again.
But Mingluo's behavior had a different meaning in Ye Zhihan's eyes. Ye Zhihan thought that Mingluo cherished the scales on his heart very much, so he kept them well. The abnormal feeling in his heart made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He took big strides forward without waiting for Mingluo.
Mingluo trotted over to catch up with Ye Zhihan and asked, "Where are we going next?"
Ye Zhihan pondered for a moment. They were going to look for Sister Ling next, but as Sister Ling was a ghost, her whereabouts were not something that ordinary people could find. Perhaps it was time to take Ming Luo back to the demon clan.
"Luoxia Palace" Ye Zhihan threw out three words coldly.
"Luo Xia? Dian?" Ming Luo asked curiously. Luo and Xia were her favorite gaming couple. Could it be that Ye Zhihan had even found this out from his brother?
"Yeah." Ye Zhihan took Mingluo out and happened to meet Lingkongjing giving orders to his subordinates. Ye Zhihan immediately turned around and left as if he didn't see Lingkongjing.
When Ming Luo saw Ling Kong Jing, he quickly ran over and handed him a small cloth bag, saying, "This is a gift for you. Keep it safe and open it after I leave."
"You must be careful to escape from the pursuit of the demon tribe. Ye Zhihan and I are leaving this place." Ming Luo said goodbye to everyone. Ye Zhihan stood not far away and stared at Lingkongjing with cold eyes.
"Don't worry, although the dragon clan's territory has been occupied by them, this is where we have lived for a hundred years. It will be easy for us to hide here." Lingkongjing put away the small cloth bag handed to him by Mingluo, and looked so cautious as if it was a rare treasure that could only be found in the world. Ye Zhihan didn't want to look at it anymore, so he turned around and left.
"Well, then we'll leave. You must take care of yourself and never act on impulse again!" Ming Luo kept reminding her. Seeing that Ye Zhihan was no longer waiting for her and was getting farther and farther away, she hurriedly waved goodbye to everyone and ran to catch up with him.
"Wait for me, my legs are not as long as yours." Ming Luo grabbed Ye Zhihan's sleeve and forced him to slow down to a speed as fast as a race walk.
Ye Zhihan didn't know what was wrong with him. When he saw Ming Luo and Ling Kong Jing standing together, he felt particularly uncomfortable. Even though he knew that there was no inappropriate relationship between Ming Luo and Ling Kong Jing, he still felt uncomfortable.
"Cough cough." In order to break the awkwardness, Ye Zhihan pretended to cough twice.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Ming Luo tilted her head and put her little hand into Ye Zhihan's palm. After seeing him hold her hand, she continued contentedly, "If you feel unwell, tell me and we can fly back."
"Okay." Ye Zhihan nodded happily.
One advantage of riding Mingluo's boat is that he can hug Mingluo directly. He was feeling very uncomfortable and he also wanted to hug Mingluo tightly.
"Where are we flying?" Ming Luo and Ye Zhihan sat in her specially made aircraft.
This time the aircraft was not a small boat with a cramped hull, but a spindle-shaped object with two seats. It not only had seats, but also strange ropes. Ye Zhihan imitated Ming Luo and sat in the chair, tied the soft ropes around his body, and then his face turned dark.
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